Most adults get a bit jaded by Christmas—too much to do and too many troubles, I suppose. But my Aunt Barbara loved Christmas. She loved all holidays, but the zenith was Christmas. Some might (and did) call her mentally disabled, and worse, but we just knew her as Aunt Barbara—the one with the best toys, a wide selection that included Legos, Playmobils, and hundreds of Barbies and baby dolls. The...




